Poetry

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Across the road and down the street;furthur down the lanes will
meet,at home again are my own two feet,those were the days of
1942;at Seven then with use of reason's age,learned lessons,
still learning grades;in every room there is some space,GOD GRANT
ME GRACE,recall to mind the many ways that I may find,thought's words and actions speak,vanish is a word discrete,time itself can tell me so,why growing up is a lifelong's quest,anyone can be a
guest,while living here on Earth we find,each day is a distance
and safe to say;GOD GAVE to us all our yesterdays,GOD MAY TAKE us
to His Home on any day,is readiness a place to stay,roads criss cross,streets display,a signpost may very well show the way,we all
make the journey ,WHEN GOD GIVES THE DAY.
Joe.

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